Alternate Ending To Build A Fire

The fuse department had collapsed entirely. Above the piles of fallen MA? Only might be seen, here and there, the black
Mass of? Some machine or lathe and it was there the search parties were labouring. Luckily the fuse department head not gone double turn, and the night shift in the machine shop was not a full one. The fuse department was a roaring furnace, and repeated calls had brought in most of the fire companies of the city. Running back and forth in the light of the flames were the firemen and such volunteer rescuers as had been allowed through the police cordon. Outside that line of ropes and men were gathered a tragic crowd, begging, imploring to be allowed through to search for? Some beloved body. Now and then a fresh explosion made
Ort of mad strength, and at the same time gave orders in an unfamiliar voice. Graham, himself a day? Ordered figure, watched him
For a moment. Was he divided between fear and re? Solution. ?Someplace in that debacle, there lay his own responsibility. he was still bewildered, but the fact that Anna s father had done the thing was ominous. The urge to confession was stronger than his fears. ?Somehow, during the night, he had become a man. But now he only felt, that? Somehow, during the night, he had become a murderer. Clayton looked up, and he moved toward him." "yes?" "I've had? Some coffee made at a house down the street. Won't you come and have it?" Clayton straightened. he was very tired, and the yard was full of volunteers now, each provided at the gate with a pick or shovel. A look at the boy's face decided him. "I'll come," he said and turned his pick over to a man beside him. He joined Graham, and for a moment he looked into the boy's eyes. then he put a hand on his shoulder, and together they walked out, past the line of ambulances, into a street, where the scattered houses showed not a single unshuttered window, and the pavements were littered with glass. His